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WATERS'
,. A NEW AND SUPERIOR COLLECTION OF
CHOICE ifYMNS AND TUNES, ■
MOSTLY new.
Written and Composed for
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EDITED BY HORACE WATERS,
. Author of " .<?. S. Bell." Xos. 1 <fr 2 : 4i ft. S. Be/2 ;" " Cantata of Ruth ;" " Patriotic Song Book ;"' " Harp of
Freedom :" and other musical wirk.1. Nearly One Million of S. S, Bell, Nos. 1 if- 2 nave been sold,
v.htch is the largest salt: of any Sunday .School book of their size in this country.
TSTe-vv York :
PUBLISHED BY HORACE WATERS, No. 481 BROADWAY.
1863.
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 18fi3, by E. A, tkt/fgrtt. in the Clerk's office of the U. 9
Dist. Court for the Southern Dist. of N York.
PREFACE. ~~
The Sabbath School Bells have chimed unceasing!}7 for years, and have called many
little ones to
" Leave their books and play,
To read thai 'Book Divine ;'
Where they are taught the way
To joys that ne'er decline "
Chime on, sweet Bells ; and may your silvery tones be mingled in sweet concord with the
music of the " Choral Harp," as it re-echoes throughout trie land ; and may its strings
vibrate in sweetest harmony, awakening an answering chord in the hearts of all who come
within the sound of its magic voice. This little work is pronounced hy all who have exam-
ined it to be the best collection ever issued. The tunes are all exactly suited to the wants of
the children, while the hymns abound in good sentiment. It has been compiled with the
utmost care, and with especial reference to the cultivation of musical taste in the young. The
pieces it contains are mostly new, and of a character calculated to awaken high and holy
thoughts in the minds of the children, and also to impress upon them the importance of lead-
ing pure and upright lives here below, if they would hope to sing hereafter with the angels
in heaven. The little child 6inging the sweet hymn— '' Leave me with my mother," cannot
fail to be inspired with new love and devotion ; and it is the earnest prayer of the publisher
that it may be the means of recalling many a wayward child to the path of duty. He sends
it forth on a mission of love to the children, with a desire to amuse as well ns to instruct-
to gratify them, and at the same time to enrich their minds with lofty thoughts and noble
purposes; and should it accomplish one half the good for which it is intended, he will feel
that his efforts are sufficiently rewarded,
Notice. — A Jarge proportion of the Music and Poetry in this book has been written, com-
posed, and arranged, expressly for it, and has been " Entered according to Act of Congress,"
and is copyright property. Persons wishing to reprint any of these pieces for any pur-
pose, must first obtain permission of the authop.. Reprinting them without such permis-
sion will be an infringement upon the copyright, and wiil be held accountable.
WjiERlF, Miuic Hlereolyper renr 48 Centre St.
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2, There, no more at ere declining,
Suns without a cloud declining
O'er the land of life and love ,
There the founts of life are flowing,
Flowers unknown to time, are blowing
In that radiant scene above.
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3. There no sign of memory swelleth ;
There no tear of misery welleth ;
Hearts will bleed or break no more ;
Past is all the cold world's scorning,
Gone the night, and broke the morning,
Over all the golden shore,
"HE THAT GOETH FORTH."— Daet, Semi-chorus and Chorm
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RAISE WE NOW A GLADSOME MEASURE-Anxiversary Hymv.
Written by Sara Hamilton, of Lee A v. Sunday School, Brooklyn. Tune— Call the Children Early, Mother.
1 Raise we now the gladsome measure.
To our Savior King,
While each bosom throbs with pleasure,
Loud his praise* sing,
|: Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing till all the earth shall bear :|
2 Tis his love has kindly spared us,
Through the passing year,
And his baud hath gently led us
All together here
|: Of that love we would be telling,
Ijoudly telling far and near. | ;
3 Lord accept the gift we offer,
Now before the shrine,
Take the willing hearts we proffer.
Make them wholly thine,
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Joyous anthems more divine. :|
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A SONG OF GLADNESS.
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2 Around the throne of glory,
Those holy angels sing,
And tell to all the story
Of Christ the Savior King ;
'Tis this that tunes our voices
In many a joyou? lay,
While every heart rejoices,
This happy Sabbath day.
2 Now send a parting blessing,
0 Father, from above,
Kay we, thy grace possessing.
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Be saved to sing thy love.
Let this in hours of sadness
Bring each a cheering ray.
We'll spend in heav'n forever
A happy Saubath day
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2 Lovely is the dawn
Of each rising day,
Loveliest the morn
Of the Sabbath-day :
Then our infant hearts are full
Of the precious Sabbath-school.
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3 To our happy ears
Precious news is brought,
Tidings of the work
Love divine has wrought,
Gracious news and merciful,
How we love the Sabbath-school !
By permission.
4 Sweetly fades the light
Of each passing day;
Peaceful is the night
Of the Sabbath-day ;
Then our hearts with praise are fall
For the precious Sabbath-school.
SO DO I.
Words by Maet E. STiiifBTJHff.
Melody by H. /Q. "Wtlison.
Arranged by Henjiy Tuckee.
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1 The Sun-day school is my de - light, O let us has - ten there, 0
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Shall 6teal away the flowers,
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This joy shall still be ours,
This joy shall etill be ours,
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4 Yes, if the sweetest flowers abound,
Or earth is clothed in suow,
Or e»rth is clothed in 6iiow,
In Sunday school we will be found
For there we love to go,
For there we love to go.
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KSAVSHLY HOME.
Music by J. P. Oiidway.
Arr. by H. Wateks.
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2. Heavenly home! heavenly hottlel There no clouds a - rise
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3 bright dome : But Christ, my Saviour, died for me, And now ho calls me homo.
WE 'Li C&MP A^EILE III THE WILDERNESS.
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Where parting is unknown. — Chorus.
COME TO ME.
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Earth is no resting place for thee,
Heavenward direct thy weary eye.
I am thy portion, " Come to me."
5 0 voice of mercy, voice of love,
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above !
And gently whisper, " Come to me." &c
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May our faith be strong and fear - less, May our hope be firm and sure ;
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May the blood of Christ, our Saviour, Cleanse our souls and make them pure.
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CHRIST AS A LITTLE CHILD.
Tunk. — Evening Hymn.
1. Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me :
0 that in my whole behavior
He my pattern still might be.
All my nature is unholy,
Pride and passion dwell within ;
Hut the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in his worst distress.
Let me never be forgetful
Of bis precepts any more :
Idle, passionate, and fretful,
As I 've often been before.
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SWEET DAY, SO COOL.
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Words by K. H. PRUYN Music arranged by S. H DYER.
"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones, for I say, that in Heaven their angels do always be-
hold the face of my Father, which is in Heaven," Matthew, xviii : IU.
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Bears to Heaven my fervent pi
Guards me from the tempter's
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When rav soul, beneath the flood,
Of a Saviour's precious blood,
Losing sin's deep crimson glow,
Shines as spotless as the snow.
Then to Heaven he wings his flight,
Telling hosts of angels bright.
In their presence jov is shown,
Crowns are cast before the throne.
When my soul, o'er death's dark wavt>,
Speeds its way to God who gave,
Then, my angel's work is done ;
Jesus crowns the ransomed one.
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THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT.
Words by Hsnkv Tucxbb.
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Melody by J. Stanley.
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3 The Sunday School, the Sunday School,
The blessed heay'nly road,
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'Twill lead us up to God. .|
4 In joyous lays of prayer and praise,
We lift our hearts above,
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His goodness and his love. : |
TZE YEAR 0? JUBILEE IS COME.
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1. Blow ye the trumpet, hlow.'l'hc gladly-solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bounds,
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The year of ju • bi • lee in come. The year of ju-bi-leeis come ; Return, ye ransomed .sinners, home.
r. Exalt Um Lamb of Ood,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood.
Through all the land* proclaim.
The year, Ac.
8. Ye staves of siu hu<1 hell.
Your liberty receive,
And date in Jesus dwell,
And blest iu Jesus live.
The year, die
The gospel trumpet hear,
The iiows of pardoning grace
Ye hrppy souls, draw near.
Behold your Saviour's face.
The year. «tc.
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full aNuienit-til made;
Ye weary spirit*, rest;
Ye mourning souls, be glad
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2. Fa - ther in heav -en, oh, hear when wo call ; Hear, for Christ's take, who is fcaviour of all;
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Safe - ty and in - no-eenco fly with the light ; Tcmp-ta - lion and dan - j;er wark forth with tho
Fee - bio and faint-in;.', wo trust in thy might, In doubt-ing and dark- ness thy love be our
night. From the fall of the shade till themorningbells chime, Shield me from dantrer.and save me from crime,
light ; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper bums,Aud wake in thy arms when morning returns.
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•' U - ni - ted we stand, di - vid - ed we fall," It made and preserved us a nation.
The u - niou of hearts, the u • nion of hauds, And the flag of our U - nion for ev - er I
„ J What God in his wisdom and mer-cy designed. And armed with his weapons of thunder,
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Tlie u - nion of hearts, dec. ^
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22 WHERE LIBERTY DWELLS, THERE IS MY COUNTRY.
Words and Music by Rev. G. S. Pmjmley.
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1. Where Liber- ty dwells, is my country, There, on-ly there, There, only there, Where Liberty dwells, is my
2. Where Liber- ty dwells, is my country, There, on-ly there, There, only there, Where Liberty dwells, is my
conn - try, There, and on-ly there. Tho1 storms should howl around her, And skies be o - ver-
coun - try, There, and on - ly there. That land we will de - fend her, While floats our flag on
I k N fe CHORUS.
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cast; And the good ship seem just to founder, Still, boys, we give to the blast. Where Liberty dwells, is my
high ; Our motto is " nev-er .sur - ren-der," Fight till we conquer or die. Where Liberty, <fcc.
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That star-spread flag once covered
Our Washington, the blest;
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Long o'er our bravest and best.
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With us, with our foes, his frown.
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Where Liberty dwells, <fcc.
Sing then, bid those who love us
Join in our 6ong so free ;
The heavens are 6miling above us>>
Success, Peace and Liberty.
Cho. Where Liberty, &c.
Con Brio.
GOD SPEED THE RIGHT.
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24 THE STAR-SPANGLED BAnNER
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. say, can yon see by the dawn's early light, What so proud -ly we hailed at the
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight O'er the ram-parts we watched were so
,, i On the shore dini-ly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread
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glo - ry re - fiect-ed now 6hinesin the stream. 'Tis the star-spangled ban-ner, O long may it
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star-spangled ban- ner yet wave
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O'er the land
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of the free an I the Lumo of tlio bravi
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And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more —
Their blood has washod out their foul footstep's pollu-
tion.
No refuse could save the hireling and sI.ito
From tb'3 terror of flight, or the gloom of the
grave ;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'or the land of the free and the homo of the brave.
0 thus bo it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home* and the war's desolation ;
Blest with victory aud piaoe, may the Heaven-rescued
land
Praiso the power that hath mado and preserved us a
nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto— " In Goo is our trust !''
And the star-spangled banner iu triumph shall wars
O'er the land of tho free aud the homo of the brave.
ADDITIONS TO "THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER."
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
When our land is illumined by liberty's smile,
If a foe from within strike a blow at her glory,
Down, down with the traitor that dares to defile
The flag of her stars and the page of her story!
By the millions unehained when our birth was
gained,
"Wo will keep her bright blazon for ever unstained 1
And the star-spangled bauner in triumph shall wave
While the laud of the freo is the homo of the brave.
lit MISS gTBBRIXS, TBF. Srr/LPTOK.
When treason's dark cloud hovers black o'er the land,
And traitors conspire to sully her glory.
When that banner is torn by a fratricide band,
Whose Urizht, stirrv folds shine illumined in story.
United \v" stnnd for the dear native land,
To the Union we pledge every heart, every
hand!
And the star-spangled banner ia triumph shall wavo
O'er the laud of the free, and the homn of the brave.
26 FAREWELL TO OUR SUPERINTENDENT.
"Words by Kev. Dr. Eogers. Music by S. H. Dyer.
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A happy Sabbath School ;
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4 Thus equipped, and marshal led jm ward
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Thanks to Him. we'll gain the vict'ry,
Faithful fighting to the end.
Words by Wm. Moore. THE BEST FRIEND. Music by M, F. H. Smith. 29
" There is a friend that stickelk closer than a brother."
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LORD GIVE US FAITH.
Poetry by Mrs. M. A. Kidmh.
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Thy sweet and heavenly face ;
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Be strong to run the race.
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To walk the restless tide,
Of sin and care, tad toil and pain,
So we but reach thy side I
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By faith we see our home, —
While angel voices seem to say,
" Poor weary pilgrim come !*'
Through glistening tears we see by faith,
Out stretched on yonder shore,
The beckoning hands of loving friends,
Oh, can we ask for more.
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THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.
Music by M. F. H. Smith.
" Blessed are they that do his commandments "
"Words by ¥it. Moore.
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In Christ, salvation free may find.
If they his power but own.
Chorus. — 0 that's the way, <feo.
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Words by R. P. Clark.
March movement.
MARCHING ALONG.
Music by A. Ctin.
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The soldiers are gathering from near and from far,
The foe is be -fore us in bat * tie ar-ray,
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For here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin.
But one thing assures us we cannot go wrong,
If trusting our Saviour, while inarching along.
Chorus- — Marching along, Ac.
Then,- let us press forward, and hope to the end,
While we battle for truth, we have always a Friend
If we triumph, we'll join in the Conqueror's song,
So, with joy in our hearts, we'll go marching alon' .
Marching along, marching along,
With joy in our hearts, we'll go marching along.
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DUET or SEMI-CHORUS.
TEEliLE.
THE LION OF JUDAIL
Words and Theme bj II. Q. Wilson. Composed l>y IIeney Tucker.
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1. 'Twas Je - bus, my Saviour, who died on the tree,
2. And when I was will - ing with all things to part,
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stows, And cleanses the foulest wher - ev - er it flows. For the Li - on of
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My hopes rest secure on the blood of the cross.
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And give us the vict'ry again and again.
4. And when the last trumpet of judgment shall sound,
And wake all the nations that sleep in the ground,
Then, when heaven and earth shall be melting away,
I'll sing of the blood of the cross iu that day.
Chorus. — For the Lion of Judah Bhall break ev'ry chain,
And give us the vict'ry again and again.
B. And when with the ransomed by Jesus my head,
From fountain to fountain I then shall be led ;
VH fall at bis feet, and his mercy adore,
And sing of the blood of the cross ever more.
Chorus. — For the Lion of Juduh shall break ev'ry chain,
And give us the viet'ry again and again.
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Words and Music by E. N. Andrews.
1. Je - sns our dear - est Lord and King, "We gath-er here thy praise to sing ;
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Believe, and follow me to Heaven.
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Yes, Jesus, we would come to thee,
Help me from every sin to flee ;
And while we on thy name believe,
Do thou at last our souls receive.
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40 TWELVE MONTHS HAVE SWIFTLY EOLLED ABOUND.
Duett. Allegro Modtrato. [Anniversary Hymn.] Words and Music by M. F. H. Smith,
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And bless the Lord for his rich grace,
Bestowed on us in days of yore.
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We now do raise on high.
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"We love to meet in Sunday School,
To study from God's holy word ;
Whieh tells us that so great is love.
Be for us shed his precious blood.
Sunday School, Sunday School,
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4.
To many who have met us now,
The past has been a happy year,
For they have found a hope in Christ,
Above all other hopes most dear.
Happy year, happy year,
We know its been to them.
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And may the twelve months yet to come.
Be e'en more fruitful than the last ;
And may none who have met us here.
In vain thy blessing on them ask.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
For all his mercies shown.
WHAT SAYS THE CLOCK?
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And what says the clock when it strikes eight?
Strive, strive to enter in at the Beautiful Gate !
And louder, still hmder it calls us at nine,
And its song is, my Sou, give me that heart of thins,
Then come gentle lambs, come and wander no more,
'Tis the voice of the Shepherd that calls you at four.
And oh, let your young hearts with gladness revive,
When it echoes so sweetly, God bless thee ntfive,
And remember atsia:. with the fading of day,
That your life is a vapor that passeth away '.
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Hosanna in the highest, hosanna — Amen !
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Praise, praise to the Father, the Father in Heaven .
While the deep stroke of midnight the watchword shall bring
Lo ! these are my jewels, these, these sailh the King.
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THE BEAUTIFUL SHOHE.
Music by Stephen. C. Foster.
Poetry by Mrs. O. S. Mattesox.
Moderate, con Expression.
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Words by Mrs. M, A. Kiddee.
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THERE IS A LAND OP LOVE.
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Oh ! ma}- I call that land mf home ! Cho.
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SHALL WE KNOW EACH OTHER THERE.
Words by W. M.
DUET OR QUARTBTTB TTITH CHORUS,
Music by Rev. R. Lotvrt.
1 When we hear the music, ring - ing In the bright celestial dome, "When
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Are the lov'd of long ago,
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Shall we know, &c,
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Oh! ye weary, sad, and toss'd ones.
Droop not, faint not, by the way ;
Ye shall join the loved and just ones
In the land of perfect day!
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Murmured in m)' raptured ear,
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"We shall know each other there!"
We shall know, &c.
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OH ! 'TIS GLORIOUS !
Poetry by Rev. Edwin H. Nevin.
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3. When the cold sweat of the dying
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And a secret voice assures us
We have almost run our race — Cho.
4. When the friends we love are standing
Round our lonely, dying bed.
And we take our farewell parting
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4. Then to my raptured car,
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And groet me first in heaven. — Cho.
Then close my sightles9 eyes,
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Written and composed by Stephen C, Foster.
Quartette or Semiehorus.
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Never sigh for the blest that have left all
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She has gone while her spirit from sin was
Sing, merrily sing. [free :
To a region of love and melody :
Sing, merrily sing. Cho.
Little Ella was truthful, good, and kind :
Sing, merrily sing,
Little Ella was blest in heart and mind :
Sing, merrily sing. Cho.
5.
Little Ella has left us full of love :
Sing, merrily sing.
Let us follow her up to the realms above :
Sing, merrily sing. Cho.
HOME, HEAVENLY HOME!
Words by Mrs. 11. A. Kiddeb, Tukb.— Little Ella's ah Anob*
1 Every day I am nearer Canaan's shore, 2 Every bud that has perished is blooming there,
Home, heavenly homo ! Home, heavenly home !
Where sorro"W and sighing corne no more, Every forehead a pearly crown shall wear,
Home, heavenly home ! Home, heavenly home ! Chorus.
Cho. Home, heavenly home ! 3 Never mourn, for the river of lite is free,
From thy joys I never shall roam, Home, heavenly home !
I can sing with the ransomed ever more, With watching and waiting we soon shall see,
Home, heavenly home! Home, heaveniy home ! Chobcs.
54 THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST.
Words by W. B. Tappaw. WOODLAND. CM, Music by N. D Gould.
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There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven ;
When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear — but heaven.
There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given ;
And views the tempests passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene — in heaven.
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There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given :
There, rays divine disperse the gloom —
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.
GIVE ME THE WINGS. C. M.
1 Give me the wings of faith te rise
Within the veil and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And bathed their couch with tears ;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came ;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe the conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.
4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given ;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.
HOW SWEET AND AWFUL. C. M.
1 How sweet and awful is the place.
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting Love displays
The choicest of her stores !
2 Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
3 Pity the nations, O our God ;
Constrain the earth to come ;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home,
4 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
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JESUS, I LOVE, C. M.
1 JesTis, I love thy charming name ;
'Tis music to the ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear
2 Ves, thou art preicous to my soul,
My transport and my trust :
Jewels to thee are iraudy toys,
And gold is sordid du6t.
3 All my capacious powers can wish)
In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so 6weet.
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last, laboring breath,
And, dying, clasp thee in my an
The antidote of death.
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So by my woes to be,
Nearer, my God, etc.
5 Or, if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still, all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, eto.
I'M A LONELY TRAVELLER. 6b «fc 4s.
1 I'm a lonely traveller here,
Weary, oppress'd ;
But my journey's end is near,
Soon I shall rest.
Dark and dreary is the way,
Toiling I've come ;
Ask me not with you to stay :
Yonder's my home.
2 I'm a traveller, and I go
Where all is fair ;
Farewell all I've loved below
I must be there.
Worldly honors, hopes and gain,
All I resign ;
Welcome sorrow, grief and pain,
If heaven be mine.
MY FAITH LOOKS UP. 6s <fc 4s.
1 My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine I
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly thine
2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire :
Ah thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire.
8 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my Guide :
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From th«e aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream.
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
Blest, Saviour, then, in lore,
Fear and distrust remore :
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ran»om'd soul.
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A CROWN OF GLORY. 6 4 48.
1 A crown of glory bright,
By faith, I see
In yonder realms of light
Prepared for me.
Oh, may I faithful prove,
And keep it in my view,
And through the storms of life
My way pursue.
2 Jesus, be thou my guide,
My steps attend ;
Oh, keep me near thy side,
Be thou my friend ;
Be thou my shield and sun.
My Saviour and my guard;
And, when my work is done,
My groat reward.
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Thy chariot nearing ! God save, &o. Smite and deliver ! God save, &o.
Slay Thou our foes, or turn them to derision !
Till, through the blood red Valley of Decision,
Peace on our fields shine, like a prophet's vision,
Green and elysian ! God save, &c.
A HOME IN HEAVED.
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4 A home in heaven, when the faint heart bleeds;
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5 Our home in heaven, oh the glorious home,
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Come seek his face, and your sin forgiven
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60 MY 3TATHES, BE THOU THE GUIDE Q¥ MY YOUTH. 33 & 7s«
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Wilt thou take my youthful hand?
Bear me in thy bosom rather.
Through this dangerous, unknown land.
3 Bring me into wisdom's pathway,
Where is pleasantness and peace :
To the King's most glorious highway,
Crowned with holiness and grace;
There mv lips shall ever praise thee,
There mv feet shall sure abide ;
Never shall I wander from thee,
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GOD IS LOATE. 8s & 7s.
1 God is love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove ;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens ;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever ;
Man decays, and ages move ;
But His mercy waneth never ;
God is wisdom, God is love.
3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will His changeless goodness prove .
From the gloom 1 1 is brightness streametli,
God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above :
Every where His glory shneth ;
God is wisdom. God is love.
CHRISTMAS CAROL.
Words by Mrs, H. B. Beotth. Music by J. L. Ehsiow,
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Good will to men.
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3 Far, far, far, far,
Shines, oh, shines a star!
Brightly gleaming through the air I
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Guide to Christ and endless day.
Cho. Far, &c.
4 Hear ! hear ! hear ! hear !
Angels, angels near,
Wonders of his birth declare.
" Born to redeem
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" Jesus thou shalt call his name."
Cho. Hear, &c.
SABBATH
Words by Mrs. M. A. Kidder,
1 Hail, hail, hail, hail !
Blessed Sabbath haill
Leading us from worldly 6trife,
From brooding care —
From deserts bare —
Into pastures green and fair 1
Cho. Hail, &c.
2 Now, now, now, now,
Let us humbly bow,
Grateful for sweet Sabbath's rest,
Its crimson light
Dispels our night,
Angels wonder at the sight
Cho. Now, &c.
6 Yes, yes, yea, yes,
Thee, oh Thee, we bless,
Saviour of our sinful race ;
All hail ! all hail !
Emmanuel,
" God with us," has come to dwell.
Cho. Tes, &c,
6 Sing ! sing ! sing ! sing !
Children, children sing !
Here your gladdest music bring !
All hearts combine,
With angels join,
Praise and bless the love divine !
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CAROL.
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3 Drink, drink, drink, drink,
From the flowing brink,
" Who so drinketh ne'er shall die ;"
Sweet living well,
In shady dell,
Half thy pleasures none can tell !
Cho. Drink, &c.
4 Hail, hail, hail, hail !
Blessed Sabbath, hail,
Foretaste of eternal bliss,
Of heavenly songs —
Of shining throngs-
All that to the saint belongs.
Cho. Hail, &c.
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TEARS BEING THOUGHTS OP HEAVEN.
TEABS. 7s. "Words and music by Stephen C. Fostbe.
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Unto madness driven,
Hallowed hours when tears have birth-
Tears bring thoughts of Heaven
' TIS MY HAPPINESS BELOW. 7s.
1 'Tis my happiness below,
Not. to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But, with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all —
This is happiuess to me.
3 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain and toil ;
These spring up, and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil.
4 Trials make the promise sweet ;
Trials give new life to pra3*er;
Trials bring me to His feet —
Lay me low, and keep me there.
LORD, FOREVER. 7s.
1 Lord, forever at thy side
Let my place and portion be ;
Strip me of the robe of pride ;
Clothe me with humility.
2 Meekly may my soul receive
All thy spirit, hath revealed;
Thou hast spoken ; I believe,
Though the oraole be sealed.
3 Humble as a little child,
Weaned from the mother's breast,
By no subleties beguiled,
On thy faithful word I rest,
4 Israel, now and evermore
In the Lord Jehovah trust ;
Him, in all his ways adore,
Wise, and powerful, and jusfc.
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JESUS, SAVE MY DYING SOUL. 7s;
1 Jesus, save my dying soul ;
Make the broken spirit whole;
Humble in the dust I lie ;
Saviour, leave me not to die,
2 Jesus, full of every grace,
Now reveal thy smiling face ;
Grant the joys of sin forgiven,
Foretaste of the bliss of heaven.
3 All my guilt to thee is known ;
Thou art righteous, thou alone.
All my help is from thy cross ;
All beside I count but loss.
4 Lord, in thee I now believe ;
Wilt thou, wiit thou not forgive ?
Helpless at thy feet I lie ;
Saviour, leave me not to die:
COLUMBIA'S KING FOREVER.
"Words by Mrs. Jennie 1) is Witt.
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Columbia's triumph swelling. Thine be all the glory. Chorus.
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■Words by M E. "Williams.
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Three cheers for our Union, the Land ot our birth ;
'Tis the fortress of Freedom, the hope of the Earth,
Arouse yr.\i ye sons of the East and the West,
To defend it, though blood flow from each gallant breast,
Remember a noble old poet has said.
'Tis sweet for our Country, to sleep with the dead. Chorus.
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The noble young heroes who rescue her name,
Columbia will crown with the garland of fame ;
If they fall, she will weep o'er their glorious scars,
And will lay them to rest 'neath her Banner of Stars.
We know that the Yankees will always.be found,
In the van of the host, on the blood reddened ground. Chorus.
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Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,
To the winds every quarter, her flag be unfurled,
We have bowed at her feet in the day of her pride ;
Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied?
No: millions of voices will quickly reply,
For freedom and Country we'll dare and we'll die. CnoRUS.
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WILLIE'S GONE TO HEAVEN.
"Written and composed by Stephen C. Foster.
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1 Little Willie's gone to heaven, Praise the Lord ! All his sins have been forgiven, Praise the Lord !
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Praise the Lord !
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Praise the Lord !
He was hopeful, never fearful,
Praise the Lord !
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All the light on him has broken,
Praise the Lord !
That from Christ was kindly spoken,
Praise the Lord !
Cho. Joyful let, &c.
SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME "UNTO ME. 73
Words and music by S. C. Fobteb.
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What did he say whose spirit shed
Hope to the living, life to the dead?
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Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined :
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none :
'race and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
Every stain of guilt abhorring.
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy Providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws ;
Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bles3 us with thy wondrous love ;
Thou our Sun, our Shield, defend U9 ;
All our hope is from above.
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1 "Welcome, welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy Jay;
Now the Sabbath morn, returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is passing :
Soon the longest life departs ;
Nothing human is abiding
Save the love of humble hearts.
2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life's vain dreams are passing ;
Like the startled dove they fly,
Or the clouds each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee ;
Give an humble grateful heart ;
Never let me ceas to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart;
Then, when years have gathered o'er me,
And the world is aunk in shade,
Heaven's bright realm will rise before me ;
There my treasure will be laid.
COME YE SINNERS. 8*, 7s & 4s.
1 Come ye sinners, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall,
If you wait till you are better
You will never come at all :
Sinners only,
Christ, the Saviour, came to call.
2 Let no sense of guilt prevent you.
Nor of fitness fondly dream ;
All the fitness He requireth.
Is to feel your need of Him ;
This He gives yon —
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lies ;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
There Pie groans, and bleeds, and dies,
"It is finished," —
Heaven accepts the sacrifice.
4 Lo! th'incarnate God ascending
Pleads the merit of His blood ;
Venture on Him — venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude ;
None but Jesus,
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1 May the grace of Christ, our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us from above.
2 Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord,
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.
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BURY ME IN" THE MORNING, MOTHER.
Music by Stephen C. Foster.
DUETT OR QUARTETTE. COMODO
1 Lay me down where the grass is green mother, Be-neath the wil-Iow shade,
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Cho. Bury me in the morniug, &c.
3.
I have heard the sonars of the hlest, mother,
And death is drawing near,
To ferry me o'er the stream, mother,
That mortals dread and fear.
Cho. Bury me in the morning, &c
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When life and hope shall fade,
For there's room for you in the home, mother,
That's far from the greenwood shade.
Cho. Bury me in the morning, &c.
1 Eternity is just at hand !
And shall 1 wnste my ebbing sand,
And careless view departing dav,
And throw my inch of time away ?
2 Eternity ! — tremendous sound !
To guilty souls a dreadful wound ;
But, 0, if Christ and heaven be mine,
How sweet the accents .' how divine !
ETERNITY
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Be this my chief, my only care,
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer — ■
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon sealed, my peace with God.
Search, Lord, .O, search my inmost heart,
And light and hope, and joy impart :
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me sa*e to heaven and thee.
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Hither by Thine help I'm come ;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God ;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be !
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it —
Prone to leave the God I love —
Here's my heart — O take and seal it ;
Seal it from Thy courts above.
HEAR, 0 SINNER. 8s. 7s <fc 4.
1 Hear, 0 sinner! Mercy hails you ;
Now with sweetest voice she calls
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls :
Trust in Jesus ;
'Tis the voice of Mercy calls.
2 Haste, 0 sinner, to the Saviour,
Seek his mercy while you may ;
Soon the day of grace is over ;
Soon your life will pass away :
Haste to Jesus ;
You must perish if you stay.
LOVE DIVINE, 8s<fc7s.
1 Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down
Fix in us thy humble dwelling ;
All thy faithful mercies crown :
Jesus, thou art all compassion ;
Pure, unbounded love thou art ;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, 0 breathe thy Holy Spirit
Into everv troubled breast;
Let us all thy grace inherit ;
Let us tiii'i thy promised rest:
Take away the love of sinning ;
Take our load of guilt away ;
End the work of thy beginning ;
Bring us to eternal day.
3 Carry on thy new creation ;
Pure and holy may we be ;
Let us see our whols salvation
Perfectly secured by thee ;
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
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KNOW, MY SOUL. 8s <fe 7s.
1 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear :
Think what spirit dwells within thee ;
Think what Father's smiles are thine ;
Think what Jesus did to win thee :
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee ;
God's own hand shall guide thee there :
Soon shall close thy earthly mission ;
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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3. Before all children, east or west,
I love my schoolmates far the best ;
The friends of life's sweet morning ;
Their youthful heart for learning burns,
That they to good account may turn
The mind's inward adorning.
4. Before all pleasures, east or west,
I love my studies far the best ;
The task that's set before me ;
For well I know that wisdom sweet
Will prove a lamp unto my feet,
And shed a radiance o'er me.
COLD WATER SONG.
Tuxe — " Before all places."
1. Befobe all causes, east or west,
I love the temperance cause the best —
I love its cheerful greetings ;
I love the tales the speakers tell,
The songs we sing while echoes swell
At our cold water meetings,
At our cold water meetings.
2. Before all laws, or east or west,
I count the law of love the best-
Its accents, mildly spoken,
Will harmless make the poisoned bowl-
Bind up the wounded, and control
The heart that's almost broken,
The heart that's almost broken.
PATRIOTIC SONG.
Ttjnf — " Before all places"
1. Bhpo3e all lands, from east to west,
I love my native land the best,
With God's best gifts 'tis teeming;
No gold nor jewels here are found,
Yet men of noble souls abound,
And, eyes with joy are gleaming.
2. Before all tongues, in east or west,
I love my native tongue the best;
Though not so smoothly spoken,
Nor woven with Italian art;
Yet when it speaks from heart to heart.
The word is never broken.
8. Before all people, east or west,
I love my countrymen the best,
A race of noble spirit : —
A sober mind, a generous heart,
To virtue trained, yet free from art.
They from their sires inherit
CLOSING SCHOOL.
Tune — " Nuremberg."
1. F03 a season called to part,
Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.
2. Jesus, hear our humble prayer,
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep,
Let thy mercy and thy care,
All oar souls in safety keep.
3. What we each have now been taugm\
Let our memories retain ;
May we, if we live, be brought
Here to meet in peace again.
4. Then, if thou instruction bless,
Songs of praises shall be given ,
We'll our thankfulness express.
Here on earth, and when in heaven.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! Praise Him all creatures here below !
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To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and ail in heaven.
DOXOLOGY. No. 3. L, M.
All glory while the ages ruu
Be to the Father, and the Son
"Who rose from death ; the same to Thee,
O Holy Ghost, eternally.
DOXOLOGY. No. 4. L M.
Praise to the Father with the Son,
And Holv Spirit, Three in One;
As ever was in ages p.ist.
And shall be so while ages last.
DOXOLOGY. No. 5
L. M.
1 Be Thou. O God, exalted high ;
And as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.
2 0 God, my heart is fixed ; 'tis bent
Its thankful tribute- to present ;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise
To Thee, my God. in songs of praise.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
Toall the listening nations round ;
Thv mercy highest heaven transcends
Thy truth beyoad the cloads extends.
JEHOVAH REIGNS. L. M.
1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light.
Arrayed with majesty and might ;
The world, created by bis bands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundation laid,
His throne eternal ages stood,
Himself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies ;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high
At his rebuke the billows die.
4 Forever shall bis throne endure ;
His promise stands forever sure ;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of his grace,
"WITH ALL MY POWERS. L. M.
1 With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song ;
Antrels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ;
He heard me, and subdued my foes ;
He bid my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.
3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by his hand ;
His words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all the works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.
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MY GOD, MY KING. L. M.
1 My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of uiy days ;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song,
2 The wings of eveT'y hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy works with boundless glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine ;
Let every realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honor of thy name.
4 Let distant times and nations raise
The long suecesion of thy praise,
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.
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LEAVE ME WITH MY MOTHER.
SOLO
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HE LEADETH ME BESIDE STILL "WATERS.
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Nor ever murmur nor repine—
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis God that leadeth me.
Cho. He leadeth me ! <fec.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the victory's won :
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God, through Jordan, leadeth me,
Cho. He leadeth me ! dec,
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SWEET HOUR OP PRAYER.
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With strong desire for thy return.
With such I hasten to the place,
Where God my Saviour shows his face,
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SWEET HOUR OP PRAYER. Concluded:
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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer !
Thy wing shall my petition bear
To him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless,
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
H : I'll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee sweet hour of prayer. :||
Sweet hour of pi'ayer, sweet hour of prayer !
May I thy consolation share ;
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my heaven, and at the sight,
Put off this robe of flesh, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize ;
|| : And shout while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer, :'|J
FROM EVERY STORMY WIND. L. M.
1 From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat ;
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
There is a place, where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads ;
||:A place than all besides more sweet, —
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat :||
2 There is a scene, where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ;
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more ;
||::And Heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy-seat.:||
PRAYER IS APPOINTED. L. M.
1 Prayer is appointed to convey
The blessings God designs to give :
Long as they live should Christians pray ;
They learn to pray when first they live.
If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ;
If cares distract, or fears dismay ;
||:Tf guilt deject ; if sin distress ;
In every case, still watch and pray. :||
2 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,
Though thought be bi'oken, language lame,
Pray if thou canst, or canst not speak ;
But pray with faith in Jesus' name.
Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ;
Make all thy wants and wishes known :
||:Fear not ; his merits must prevail ;
Ask but in faith, it shall be done. :||
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GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.
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Humbly we pray,
Humbly we say,
Words that our Lord and Redeemer said.
Trustful and weak,
Humbly we speak,
Give us this flay our daily bread.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Make us resigned,
Patient of mind.
While to the throne of thy grace we're led
Make us content
With what is sent,
Give us this day our daily bread,
Give us this day our daily bread.
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Sinful are we,
Thoughtless of thee,
While 'round our footsteps thy care is shed
Though we forget,
Watch o'er us yet,
Give us this day our daily bread,
Give us this day our daily bread.
JESUS, OUR SHEPHERD.
M. A. KlDDEH.
Shepherd, we straj' —
Show us the way,
Safe thro' each valley and mountain steep ;
Helpless we roam ;
Gather us home ;
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep !
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep !
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Why should we fear ?
Thy voice we hear ;
Calling us fondly thy path to keep —
Through pastures green,
Soft rills between,
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep !
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep 1
Keep us from sin ;
Holy within ;
Safe in thy bosom no more we'll weep,
Fill us with love,
Guide us above,
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep !
Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep.
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That beautiful land where all is light,
It ne'er has known the shades of night ;
The glory of God, the light of day
Hath driven the darkness far away.
Cho. Will you go, &c.
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In vision I see its streets of gold,
Its beantiful gates I too behold,
The river of life, the crystal sea,
The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree.
Cho. Will you go, &c.
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The heavenly throng arrayed in white,
In rapture range the plains of light ;
And in one harmonious choir they praise
Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace.
Cho. Will you go, &c.
COME, SOUND HIS PRAISE ABROAD. S. M.
1 Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sin* ;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown,
lie gave the seas their bound ;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord ;
We are his works and not our own,
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod ;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
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Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?
Were all the realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small ;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
MT DEAR REDEEMER. L. M.
1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord,.
I read mv duty in thy word ;
But in tli v life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal.
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such h>ve and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make tliem mine,
8 Cold mountains and the midnitrht air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy couilict and thy victory too,
4 Be thou my pattern ; make me hear
More of thy gracious imaire here ;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Amon^ the followers of the Lamb.
WHY SHOULD WE START. L M.
1 Why should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are I
Death is the giite of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife
Plight our approaching souls away ;
Still we shrink hack again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
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3 0, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste.
Fly. fearless, through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.
4 Jesus can make a dyinsr bed
Feci soft as downy pillows are.
While on his breast I lean mv head.
Aud breathe my life out sweetly there.
JESUS OUR SOULS'.* L. M.
1 Jesus, our souls' delightful choice,
In thee believing, we rejoice.
Yet still our jov is mixed with srrief,
While Faith contends with Unbelief.
2 Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive ;
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hid« the promise from our eyes.
3 0. let Dot sin and Satan boast.
While saints lie mourning in the dust,
Nor see that Faith to ruin brought,
Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought*
4 Do thou the dying spark inflame ;
Reveal the glories of thy name.
And put all anxious doubt to flight,
As shades dispersed by opening light.
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3 How well thy blessed truths agree !
How wise and holy thy commands !
Thy promises, how firm they be !
How firm our hope and comfort stands !
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Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.
GREAT WAS THE DAY. L. M.
1 Grejit was the day, the joy was great,
Wlieu the divine disciples met;
While on their heads the Spirit came.
And sat like, tongues of cloven flame.
2 What gifts, what miracles, he gave !
And power to heal, and power to save !
Furnished their tongues with wondrous words
Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.
3 Thus armed, he sent the champions forth,
From east to west, from south to north ;
Go, and assert your Saviour's cause ;
Go, spread the mystery of his cross.
4 These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low !
STAND UP MY SOUL. L.M.
1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armour on ;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sius resist thy course ;
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes ;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose,
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3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate ;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait,
4 There shall I wear a starry crown
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
PRAISE, EVERLASTING PRAISE. L. M.
1 Praise, everlasting praise, be paid
To him who earth's foundations laid:
Praise to the God whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.
2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word ;
And there, as strong as his decrees,
Reveals his kindest promises.
3 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith,
To credit what th'Almighty saith !
T' embrace the message of his Son,
And call the joys of heaven our own.
4 Then, should the earth's foundations shake,
And all the wheels of nature break,
Our steady souls shall fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
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Is this the Matt of sorrow,
Who stood at Pilate's bar.
Condemned by haughty Herod,
And by his men of war?
He seems a mighty conqueror.
Who spoiled tlie powers below,
And ransomed many captives
From everlasting woe!
The hosts of saints around him
Proclaim his work of grace;
The patriarchs and prophets,
And all the godly race,
Who speak of fiery trials
And tortures on their way —
Thev came from tribulation
To everlasting day.
And what shall be my journey,
How long I'll stay below.
Or what shall be mv trials.
Are not for me to know ;
In every day of trouble,
I'll raise my thoughts on high;
I'll think of the bright temple,
And orowne above the sky.
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To Thee my spirit flies :
My heart with grief is breaking;
Scarce can my voice complain:
Mine eyes, with tears kept waking
Still watch and weep in vaiu,.
The days of old, in vision,
Bring vanished bliss to view:
The years of lost fruition
Their joys iu pangs renew.
Remembered sons of gladness,
Through night's lone silence brought,
Strike notes of deeper sadness,
And stir desponding thought.
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Beneath a burning sky,
.Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
-3 'I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine:
.My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King ;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to singj.
THERE IS A PATH. C. M.
1 There is a path that leads to God —
All others go astray ;
Narrow hut pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.
2 It leads straight through this world of sin,
And dangers must b* passed ;
But those who boldly walk therein
Will come to heaven at last.
3 "While the broad road where thousands go
Lies near, and opens fair ;
And many turn aside, I know,
To walk with sinners there.
4 But lest my feeble steps should slide,
Or wander from the way,
Lord, condescend to be iiiy guide,
That I may never stray.
WHY SHOULD WE ? C. M.
Why should we spend our youthful days
In folly and in sin,
When wisdom shows her pleasant ways,
And bids us walk therein ?
2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ;
They glitter and are past :
They yield us but a moment's joy,
And end in death at last.
8 But, if true wisdom we possess,
Our jo.vs shall never cease :
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And all her paths are peace.
4 Oh, may we. in our youthful days,
Attend to wisdom's voice ;
And make these holy, happy ways,
Our own delightful choice!
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LORD '. IN THE MORNING. C. M.
1 Lord ! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye ;
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand,
4 But to thy house will I resort;
To taste thv mercies there ;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
5 Oh ! may thy spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
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3 Thou hast promised to receive ua,
Poor and sinful though we be ;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free.
Blessed Jesus,
Let us early turn to thee.
4 Early let us seek thy favor,
Early let us do thy will ;
Blessed Lord and onty Saviour,
With thy love, our bosoms fill.
Blessed Jesus.
Thou hast loved us, love us still.
HEAR THE HERALDS.
1 Hear the heralds of the gospel
News from Zion's king proclaim :
" To each rebel sinner pardon ;
Free forgiveness in his name :
Oh. what mercy !
" Free forgiveness in his name."
2 Sinners, will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above ?
Every sentence. 0 how tender
Every line is full of love :
Listen to it ;
Every line is fall of love.
3 Tempted souls, they bring yon succor;
Fearful hearts, they qu-dl your fears ;
And with news of consolation
Chase awav the filling tears ;
Tender heralds —
Chase away the falling tears.
4 0, ve angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way •
Hasten to the court of heaven ;
Tidings bear without delay ;
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
HARK! THE VOICE OF LOVE.
1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvarv ;
Bee ! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky
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Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 " It is finished!" Oh! what pleasure
Do these charming words afford,
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to qs. through Christ the Lord
'• It is finished !"
Saints ! the dying words record,
3 Tune your harps anew, ve seraphs !
Join to sing the pleasing theme ;
All in earth and heaven, uniting.
Join to praise Immanuel's name :
Hallelujah !
Glory to the bleeding Lamb !
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SHALL WE SEE OUR SAYIOUR THERE ?
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M. A. Kidder.
1 When the scenes of earth have faded,
And we tarry here no more ;
When we catch sweet shining glimpses,
Of the fair celestial shore ;
Of the land that knows no sorrow,
Neither darkness nor despair,
Shall we see him in his glory,
Shall we see our Saviour there?
Cho. Shall we see our Saviour?
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Shall we se« our Saviour?
Shall we see our Saviour there '
2 When the friends we love shall fail us,
As we brave death's chilling tide ;
When the olive plants forsake us,
That have grown up by our side,
And no living thing we cherished,
Will avail us on that day,
As we near the hills of glory.
Shall we see him on our way?
Cho. Shall we see, &c.
3 When the dreams of youth have vanished.
And the hopes of riper years ;
All our joys, and all our sorrows ;
All our ills, and all our tears ;
In that land of golden promise,
Where the flowers are blooming fair,
Shall we see him in his glory,
Shall we see our Saviour there ?
Cho. Shall we see, <fcc.
4 Tes, we'll see Him in his glory,
Where the soul can never die ;
For sweet promises are written,
In his word for you and I.
How among the blessed angels,
We some humble place may share,
We shall see him in his glory,
We shall see our Saviour there.
Cho. We shall see, &c.
5 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us ;
Bless thy little lambs to night ;
Through the darkness be thou near us ;
Keep us safe till morning light,
May our sins be all forgiven ;
Bless the friends we love so well;
Take us, when we die, to heaven,
Happy there with thee to dwell,
Cho. Then we'll know each other,
Then we'll know each other,
Then we'll know each other,
Then we'll know each other there.
LORD. WE ARE YOUNG, L. M.
Tune, Ward, page 120.
1 Lord, we are young — thy help we need,
For various foes infest our way ;
Be thou to us a friend indeed,
Nor let us from thy precepts stray.
2 From wayward paths our feet restore,
And keep onr tongues from speaking guile ;
And oh, preserve us evermore
From sin's seducing, luring smile,
3 Our youthful hearts with grace inspire ;
To thee our every power incline ;
And may the pure celestial fire
Within our bosoms ever shine.
4 Oh, let the morning of our days
To thee, and thee alone, he given ;
Increase our love, approve our ways,
And guide us safely into heaven.
THERE IS AN EYE. C. M.
Tune. Woodland, page 54.
1 There is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams <>f light.
2 There is an arm that never tires.
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.
3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ;
That arm upholds the sky ;
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That ear is fill'd with angel songs ;
That love is throned on high.
4 But there's a power which man can wield*
When mortal aid is vain,
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.
5 That power is prayer ; which soars on high
Through Jesus to the throne,
And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down.
HEAR YE NOT A VOICE. 7s.
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1 Hear ye not a voice from heaven
To the listening spirit given1!
" Children come," it seems to say ;
" Give your hearts to me to-day,"
2 Sweet as is a mother's love,
Tender as the heavenly Dove ;
Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms,
Thus it wins us to his arms,
3 Lord, wc will remember thee
While from pains and sorrow free ;
While our day is in its dew,
And the cares of life are few.
4 While to thee, 0 Lord, we come
In our morning's early bloom.
Breathe on us r,hy grace divine,
Take our hearts and make them thine.
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This world is not my home,
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He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for succor on his breast,
And he'd conduct me home.
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4 I'll seek at once my Savior's side,
No more my steps shall roam ;
Alone I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And dwell with Christ at home.
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COME LET US JOIN. C. M.
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With those to glory gone ;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven are one,
Cho. We'll wait, Ac.
3 One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death.
Cho. Werll wait, Ac,
4 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow ;
Part of his host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
Cho. We'll wait, Ac.
5 His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stani,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.
Cho. We'll wait, Ac.
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I WOULD A YOUTHFUL. L. M.
1 I would a youthful pilgrim be,
Resolved alone to follow thee.
Thou Lamb of God, who now art gone
Up to thine everlasting throne,
2 I would my heart to thee resign ;
Oh, come and make it wholly thine ;
Set up thy kingdom, Lord, within.
And cast out every thought of sin.
3 Be it my chief desire to prove
How much I owe, how much I love ;
Contentedly my cross to take.
And meekly bear it for thy sake.
4 Then, when my pilgrimage is o'er,
Arid I can serve thee here no more,
Within thy temple, God of love,
I'll serve thee da\- and night above.
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And I am willing to be gone
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THERE IS A PLACE. CM.
1 There is a place of sacred rest,
Far. Far "beyond the skies.
Where beauty smiles eternally,
And pleasure never dies.
2 When tossed upon the waves of life,
With fear on every side —
When fiercely howls the gathering storm,
And foams the angry tide — ■
3 Bevond the storm, beyond the gloom
Breaks forth the light of morn,
Bright beaming from my Father's house,
To cheer the soul forlorn.
4 The vision of that heavenly home,
Shall cheer the parting soul.
And o'er it mounting to the skies
A tide of rapture roll.
5 For there, adieus are sounds unknown,
Death frowns not on that scene,
But life and glorious beauty shine
Untroubled and serene.
GIVE ME THE WINGS. CM.
1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the vail, and see
The saints above — how great their joys !
How bright their glories be!
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears ;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb.
Their triumph to His death,
4 They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And. following their incarnate God,
Possessed the promised rest.
•5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given.
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.
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THERE IS A HOUSE. C M.
1 There is a house not made with banc
Eternal, and on high;
And hrre my spirit waiting stands
: Till God shall bid it rty.
2 Shortly this prison of n.iy clay
Must be dissolved and fall ;
Then. O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.
3 We walk by faith of joys to come ;
Faith lives upon his word ;
But while the body is onr home,
We're absent from the Lord.
4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see ;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
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WE'LL ALL MEET OUR SAVIOUR.
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Then we'll live with the angels where no sin can ever come,
In a fair and happy home, a fair and happy home ;
And we'll sing heavenly praises where no sin can ever come,
In a fair and happy home. Amen.
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He has gone from among us with a halo round him bright,
To a land of love and light, a land of love and light.
He has gone and he calls us with a halo round him bright
To a land of love and light. Amen.
4.
He is called our Redeemer for he suffered for us all,
That no penitent should fall, no penitent should fall ;
He is called our Redeemer for he suffered for us all.
And we'll hearken to his call. Amen.
FRIENDS OF THE POOR. C. M,
1 Friends of the poor, the young, the weak,
Regard our humble train ;
Compassion at your hands we seek;
Shall children plead in vain?
2 Were 3-011 not children once'! Renew
The time when young as we :
Think of the friends that nourished you,
And hearken to our plea.
8 Are thsre not feelings from above,
In every heart that reigns 1
The pulse, the voice, the look of love ;
Shall nature plead in vain ?
4 Have you no dear ones round your hearth
As weak and young as we ?
Think if like ours had been their birth
Could you resist their plea?
6 Have you not known a Saviour's grace,
For man's redemption slain?
Behold the Saviour in our place ;
Shall Jesus plead in vain ?
6 No ! by his early griefs and tears
When poor and young as we ■
By all His woes in after years,
Accept your Saviour's plea.
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T\TE'LL STILL KEEP MARCHING ON.
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If enemies revile us,
We'll not revile again ;
For Jesus' our example,
Once dwelt with sinful men ;
He, patient was, and lowly,
To friend as well as foe,
Then let us strive like him to live
As marching on we go !
We'll still, &c.
3.
We'll study well the Bible
The holy word of God,
'Twill preve a lamp to guide us
Along the toilsome r<>;id,
We'll sing the songs of Zion
When in the valleys low —
Bethlehem's star, will shine afar
An marching on we go !
We'll still. &,o.
IDLE WORDS. 7s.
For every idle word that men shall speak, they shall
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1 Words are things of little cost,
Quickly spoken, quickly lost ;
We forget them, hut they stand
Witnesses fit Hod's right hand,
And their testimony bear
For us. or against us, there.
4 O how often ours has been
Idle words, and words of sin;
Words of anger, scorn, or pride,
Or deceit, our faults to hide ;
Envious tales, or si rife unkind.
Leaving bitter thiiughfs behind.
3 Grant us. Lord, from day to day,
Strength to w;itch. and grace to pray;
Mav our lips, from sin kept free.
Love to speak mid sing of tkee ;
Till in heaven, we learn to raise
Hymns of everlasting praise.
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And the angels are singing unto me.
Cho. Music from above, &c.
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When I hear the laughing, gurgling stream.
Or the waves of the deep and plunging sea
Then I'm lull'd into a pleasant dream,
And the angels are singing unto me,
Cuo. Music from above, &c.
ON THE BANKS OF LIFE'S FAIR RIVER
Tunc. — " Annie Lisle."
1 On the banks of life's fair river,
Lo ! a youthful hand.
And they're marching, marching ever,
For the better land ;
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Tempt their hearts to sin.
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In a youthful heart.
2 Earthly things are full of danger —
Thorns among the flowers —
And the devil still is lurking,
As in Eden's bowers.
Sometimes like a roaring lion,
Roams he forth to slay ;
Sometimes like a hissing serpent,
Lies across our way. Cho. Strike, <fc*.
3 But we have a glorious leader,
Jesus, Lord of all,
Who is stronger than the Tempter.
Christ, on thee we call !
Lead us onward, dear Redeemer ;
Ride thou on before,
And we shall be more than victors
In this holy war. Cho. Strike, <te.
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2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of siii and wrath divine ;
I'd sintj his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect heavenly dresa
My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears.
And all the forms of love he weara,
Exalted on his throne ;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all his glories kuown,
4 Well, the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face :
Then with my Savior, brother, friend,
A htast eternity I'll spend,
^Triumphant in his grace.
0 THOU THAT HEAR'ST. C. P. M.
. 0 thou that hear'st the prayer of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.
Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood :
That righteousness mv robe shall be ;
That merit shall atone for me.
And bring me nearer to God,
Then save me from eternal death ;
The Spirit of adoption breathe ;
His consolations send;
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
" Thy Maker is thy Friend."
The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to nie,
To bid me come away :
Uncloofged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mo\i ut. I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting dav.
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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be praise amid the heavenly host,
And in the church below;
From whom all creatures draw their breath,
B}" whom redemption blest the earth,
From whom all comforts flow
120 GOD IS THE REFUGE OP HIS SAINTS.
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Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsions shake the solid world —
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
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Loud may the troubled ocean roar ;
In sacred peace, our souls abide ;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.
There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God,
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
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That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Of grief allays, our fear controls ;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And p;ive new strength to fainting souls,
THINE EARTHLY SABBATHS. L.M.
1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lor J, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above ;
To that our longing souls aspire.
With cheerful hope, and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues. ;
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade — no clouded sun —
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 Thine earthly Sabbaths. Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above ;
To that our longing souls aspire.
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
JESUS, WHERE'ER THY PEOPLE. L.M.
1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy seat ;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind ; '
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few !
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.
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ANOTHER SIX DAY'S WORK. L. M.
1 Another six day's work is done ;
Another Sabbath is begun.
Return my soul, enjoy the rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Come bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds ;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may risb
As grateful incense to the skies ;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 In hoi}- duties let the day
In holy pleasures pass away,
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.
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DID CHRIST O'ER SINNERS WEEP.
BOTLSTON. S. M.
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He shed those tears for thee.
He wept that we might weep ;
Each Bin demands a tear ;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
THE PITT OF THE LORD. S. M.
1 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel :
He knows our feeble frame.
2 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath ;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
3 Our days are as the grass.
(Jr like the morning flower :
When blasting winds sweep o'er the field.
It withers in an hour.
4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure ;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
LORD HELP ME TO RESIGN. S M.
1 Lord help me to resign
My doubting heart to thee,
And, whether cheerful or distressed,
Thine, thine alone to be.
2 My only aim be this, —
Thy purpose to fulfil,
In thee rejoice with all my strength.
And do thy holy will.
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So will I firmly trust
That thou wilt guide me sill:..
And guard me safe throughout the way
That leads to Zion's hill.
Lord, thy all-seeing ays
Keeps watch with sleepless caw ,
Thy great compassion never fails :
Thou hear'st my humble prayer.
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O WHERE SHALL REST. S. M.
1 O where shall rest be found —
Rest for the wear)' soul?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh :
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Ivor ail of death to die.
3 Bevond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years ;
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death !
5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face.
And evermore undone.
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HOW GENTLE GOD'S COMMANDS !
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His saints .securely dwell ;
That hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guard his children well.
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Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind ?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.
4.
His goodness stands approved,
Through each succeeding day ;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
ANOTHER DAY IS PAST. S. M.
1 Another day is past,
The hours forever fled ;
And time is bearing me away,
To mingle with the dead.
2 Mv mind in perfect peace
My Fathers care shall keep ;
I yield to gentle slumber uow,
For thou canst never sleep.
3 How blessed, Lord, are they
On ihee securely staj'ed !
Nor .-shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed,
THE DAY IS PAST AXD GONE. S. M.
1 The dav is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may I ever keep in mind,
The night of death draws near.
2 I lay my travments by.
Upon mv bed to r--st ;
So death will guoii disrobe us all,
And leave my soul undressed,
3 Lord, keep me safe this night,
Secure from ail my fears ;
May angels truard me when I sleep,
iill morning light appears.
4 And when I early rise.
To view tii ' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize.
And after glory ran —
5 That when my days are p>fet
And I from time rem<>v<\
Oh, may I in thv bosom r •',.
The bosom of thy love
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COME AT THE MORNIXG HOUR. S. M.
1 Come at the morning hour;
Come, let us kneel and pray ;
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff
To walk with God nil dav.
2 At noon, beneath the Hock
Of Ages, rest and pray ;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In llio weary heat of day.
3 At evening in thy home,
Around its altar, pray ;
And finding there the house, of Ood,
With heaven then close the day.
4 When midnight vails our eyes,
O, it is sweet to say,
I sleep, but my heart w.iketh. Lord!
With thee to watch and pray. ,
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2 In heaven the rapturous song began.
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled ;
The theme, the song, the joy, was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran ;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man,
5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song ;
' Good-will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious angel throng.
6 Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail,
Redeemer, brother friend !
Though earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.
2 Say to the nations. Jesus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son ;
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.
3 Let new seraphic joy surprise
The islands of the sea ;
Ye mountains sink ; ye valleys rise ;
Prepare the Lord his way.
4 Behold, he comes ! he comes to bless
The nations as their God,
To show the world !>•' ghteousness
And send his truth <*oioad.
SING TO THE LORD. C. M.
1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue ;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
HARK! THE GLAD SOUND. C. M.
1 Hark ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long !
Let every heart prepare a throne.
And every voice a song,
2 He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held ;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.
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ONCE MOEE MY SOUL.
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Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heaven on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
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Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,..
And yet his wrath delays.
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Great Godr let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light ;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,,
And bring a pleasant night.
HOSANNA. C. M.
1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound.
To God's upholding hand ;
Ten thousand snares attend ua round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power,
That raised us with a word ;
And every day, and every ho»r,
We lean upon the Lord.
% The rising morn cannot assure-
That we shall end the day ;
For death stands ready at the door
To hurry us away.
4 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings ;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.
NOW THAT THE SUN. C. M.
1 Now that the sun is gleaming bright,
Implore we, bending low,
Tkat lie, the uncreated light,
May guide us as we go-
2 No sinful word, or deed of wrong,
Nor thoughts that idly rove ;
But Riwple truth be on our tongue,
.And in our hearts be love.
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3 And while the hours in order flow,
O Christ, securely fence
Our gates beleaguered by the foe,
The gate of every sense.
4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord,
Our daily toil may tend ;
That we begin it at thy word,
And in thy favor end.
JESUS, IMMORTAL KING! CM..
1 Jesus, immortal King ! arise ;
Rise and assert thy sway ;
Till earth subdued, its tribute bring,'
And distant lands obey.
2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror ! ride,
Till all thy foes submit ;
And all the powers of hell resign?
Their trophies at thy feet.
3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly
This spacious earth around ;
Till every soul beneath the sun
Shall hear the joyful sound.
4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
May Jesus be adored ;
And earth, with all her millions shout
Hosanuaa to the Lord
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TO THY PASTXJEES.
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To the streams, that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow,
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Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread ;
With thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.
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Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shall attend ;
And shall bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
GREATER LOVE. 7s.
1 Greater love than this there's none,
"When the Father gives the Son ;
"When the Son forsakes the skies,
For his foes a sacrifice.
2 There, my soul, behold the Lord!
He receives tiiy sins' reward ;
Hanging on the dreadful tree,
As a substitute for thee.
3 Thine the stripes that Jesus bears ;
Thine the crown of thorns he wears ;
Thine the heart that him denied ;
Thine the guilt that pierced his side.
4 Thine the sin that weighed him down,
When he felt the Father's frown ;
"When he sent to heaven the cry,
"Why God left him tbus to die !
5 Thus for thee, my soul, he died !
Thus for thee was crucified ;
Hast thou then no cross to bear,
For thy Jesus hanging there ?
TO THY TEMPLE. 7s.
1 To thy temple we repair ;
Lord, we love to worship there ;
There, within the veil, we meet
Christ upon the mercy-seat.
2 "While thy glorious name is sung.
Tune our lips, inspire onr tongue ;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Christ the Lord our Righteousness.
3 "While to thee our prayers ascend,
Let thine ear in love attend ;
Hear us when thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn ;
Then at evening, we may say,
" We have walked with God to-day.
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SAVIOUR BLESS THY WORD. 7a.
1 Saviour, bless thy word to all ;
Quick and powerful let it prove
O, may sinners hear thy call ;
Let thy people grow in love.
2 Thine own gracious message bless :
Follow it with power divine;
Give the gospel great success ;
Thine the work, tbe glory thine.
3 Saviour, bid the world rejoice ;
Send, O, send thy truth abroad ;
Let the nations hear thy voice, —
Hear it, and return to God.
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WHEN THY MORTAL LIFE IS FLED,
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When the awful trump shall sound,
Say, 0, where wilt thou be found ?
3 When the Judge descends in light,
Clothed in majesty and might,
When the wicked quail with fear,
Where, 0, where wilt thou appear ?
4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart,
When the saints and thou must part ?
When the good with joy are crowned,
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ?
5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh,
Quickly to the Saviour fly ;
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ;
Then in heaven shalt thou appear.
SOVEREIGN RULER. 7b.
1 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall ;
Hear, 0, hear my earnest cry ;
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Chief of sinners, I have been;
Oft have sinned before thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace.
3 Justly might thy fatal dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart ;
Justly might thy angry breath
Blast me iu eternal death.
4 Jesus, save my dying soul ;
Make my broken spirit whole ;
Humbled in the dust I lie ;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
SINNERS, TURN. 7b.
1 Sinners, turn , why will ye die *
God, your Maker, asks you why ;
God, who did your being give.
Made you with himself to live.
2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ?
God, your Saviour, asks you why
Will ye not in him believe?
He has duid that ye might live.
3 Sinners, tarn ; why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why —
Often with you has he strove.
Wooed you to embrace his love.
4 Will ye not his grace receive 1
Will ye still refuse to live ?
0, ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die ?
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COME, SAITH JESUS. 7s.
1 Come, saith Jesus' aacred voiee,
Come, and make my paths your choice
I will guide you to your home ;
Weary pilgrims, hither come,
2 Hither eome ; for here is found
Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace which ever shall endure,
Heat, etormil, sacred, sure.
WEEPING SINNERS. 7s.
1 Weeping sinners, dry yonr tears;
Jews on the throne appears ;
Mercy comes with balun- wing,
Bide you his salvation sing.
2 Peace he briugs you by his death.
Peace bespeaks with every breath ;
Can you slight such heavenly charms ?
Flee, 0 flee to Jesus' arms.
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jLORD, WE COME BEFORE THEE 3JTOW.
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2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ;
In compassion now descend ;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace ;
Tune our lips to sing thy praise,
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee ; here we stay ;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
4 Comfort those who weep and mourn ;
Let the time of joy return ;
Those that are cast down, lift up ;
Make them strong in faith and hope,
6 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a Gorl supremely kind ;
Heal the sick ; the captive free ;
Let us all rejoice in thee.
JESUS SAVE MY DYING SOUL. 7t
1 Jesus, save my dying soul ;
Make the broken 6pirifc whole ;
Humble in the dust I life ;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
2 Jesus, full of every graee,
Now reveal thy smiling face ;
Grant the joys of sin forgiven,
Foretaste of the blisa of heaven.
S All my guilt to thee is known ;
Thou art righteous, thou alone.
All my help is from thy cros« ;
All beside I count but loss.
4 Lord, in thee I now believe ;
Wilt thou, wilt thou not forgive?
Helpless at thy feet I lie ;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
MUCH IN SORROW, 7a.
1 Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight ; and, worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.
2 Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe ;
Faint not; much doth yet remain ;
Dreary is the long campaign.
3 Shrink not. Christians, — will ye yield ?
Will ye quit the battle-field » "
Fight till all the conflict's o'er,
Nor your foe* shall rally more.
4 But when loud the trumpet blown,
Speaks their forces overthrown,
Christ, your Captain, shall bestow
Crowns to grace the conqueror's brow.
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BLEEDING HEARTS. 7s.
1 Bleeding hearts, defiled by sin,
Jesus Christ can make you clean ;
Contrite souls, with guilt oppressed,
Jesus Christ can give you rest.
2 You that mourn your follies past.
Precious hours and years laid waste,
Turn to God, O, turn and live;
Jesus Christ can still forgive,
3 You that oft have wandered far
From the light of Bethlehem's star,
TrembNng, now vour steps retrace ;
Jesus Christ is full of grace,
4 Fainting souls in peril's hour,
YieldkBot to the tempter's power ;
On the risen Lord rely ;
Jeaus Christ now reigns on high
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OUR COUNTRY'S VOIOE. 7s A 6s.
1 Our country's voice is pleading.,
Ye men of God, arise !
His providence is leading.
The land before you lies ;
I>ay gleams are o'er it brighteniRg,
And promisee clothes the soil ;
Wide fields for harvests whitening,
Invito the reapers toil.
2 Go where the waves ar« breaking,
On California's shore,
Christ's precious gospel taking,
More rich than golden ore ;
On Alleghany's mountains,
Through all the Western Vala,
Beside Missouri's fountains,
Rehearse the wondrous tale.
3 Where prairie flowers are blooming,
Plant Sharon's fairer rose ;
The farthest wilds illuming,
With light that ever glows ;
To each lone forest- ranger
The Word of Life unseal ;
To every exile stranger
Its saving truths reveal.
4 The love of Christ unfolding,
Speed on from east to west ;
Till all, his cross beholding,
In him are fully hlest.
Great Author of salvation,
Haste, haste the glorious day,
When w-e, a ransomed natiou,
Thy seeptre shall obey.
WHEN SHALL THE VOICE. 7s & 6a.
1 When shall the voice of singing
Flow joyfully along 1
When hill and valley, ringing
With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,
And Him, who once was slain,
Again to earth d-escended,
In righteousness to reign ?
2 Then from the craggy mountains
Tiie sacred shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply :
High tower and lowlv dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,
The hallelujah swelling
In one eternal sound.
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HE LIVES! THE GREAT REDEEMER LIVES!
ROCKINGHAM. L. M.
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On thee our humble hopes depend ;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For thou dost plead, and must prevail.
GREAT GOD, ATTEND, L. M.
1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs,
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand da}'s of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sub — he makes our day ;
God is our shield — he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin ;
From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too :
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 0 God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious host of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.
STAY, THOU INSULTED SPIRIT. L. it.
1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Cast not a sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
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2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er thy grace received,
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved.
3 Yet, 0, the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest ;
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear
I shall not see thy people's rest.
4 MY weary soul, 0 God, release ;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand ;
O guide me into perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
LIGHT OF THE SOUL. L. M
1 Light of the soul! 0, Saviour, blest!
Soon as thy presence fills the breast,
Daxvkness and guilt are put to flight,
And all its sweetness and delight,
2 Son of the Father! Lord most high !
How glad is he who feels thee nigh!
Come in thy hidden majesty ;
Fill us with love, fill us with thee.
3 Jesus is from the proud concealed,
But evermore to babes revealed.
Through him, unto the Father be
Glory and praise eternally.
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2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name.
Show thy reconciling face —
Take away our sin and shame ;
From our worldly cares set free —
May we rest this day in thee.
3 Here we come thy name to praise ;
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glories meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear :
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting rest.
4 May the Gospel's joyful sound
Wake our minds to raptures new ;
Let thy victories abound —
Unrepenting souls subdue ;
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove
Till we rest in thee above.
GO TO DARK GETHSEMANE, 7a.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptations power ;
Your Redeemer's conflict see ;
Watch with him one bitter hour :
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray,
2 Follow to the judgment-hall ;
View the Lord of life arraigned ;
0. the wormwood and the gall!
(), the pangs his soul sustained !
Shut) not suffering, shame, or loss ;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete :
" It is finished," hear him cry ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay ;
All is solitude and gloom :
Who hath taken him away?
Christ k risen ; he meets our eye* :
Saviour, teach U3 so to rise.
LIGHT OF LIFE. 7s
1 Light of life, seraphic fire ;
Love divine, thyself impart:
Every fainting soul inspire ;
Enter every drooping heart :
2 Every mournful sinner cheer,
Scatter all our guilty gloom ;
Father ! in thy grace appear,
To thy human temples come.
8 Come, in this accepted hour,
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ;
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin :
4 Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less :
Be thou all our heart's desire,
AW our joy, and all our peace.
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2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course ;
Fii-e ascending, seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source ;
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to see his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize ;
S"on our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies;
There we'll join the heavenly train,
Welcomed to partake the bliss ;
Fly from sorrow, ami from pain,
To realms of endless peace.
SAVIOUR, I THY WORD, la & 6s.
1 Saviour. I thy word believe ;
My unbelief remove ;
Now thy quickening Spirit give,
The unction from above ;
Show me, Lord, how good thou art,
Now thy gracious word fulfil ;
Send the witness to my heart ;
The Holy Ghost reveal.
2 Blessed Comforter, come down,
And live and move in me ;
Make my every deed thine own,
In all things led by thee ;
Bid my sin and fear depart,
And within, 0, deign to dwell ;
Faithful witness, in my heart
Thy perfect light reveal.
3 Whom the world cannot receive,
O Lord, reveal in me ;
Son of God, I cease to live.
Unless I live to thee :
Make me choose the better part ;
0, do thou my pardon seal ;
Send the witness to my heart ;
The Holy Ghost reveal.
TIME IS WINGING US AWAY. 7a <St Ca.
1 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home ;
Life is but a winter's day—
A journey to the tomb ;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms ;
All that's mortal soon 6hallbe
Enclosed in death's cold arms,
2 Time is winging as away
To our eternal home ;
Life is but a winter's day — -
A journey to the tomb ;
But the saints shall soon enjoy,
Life — immortal life above.
Where no world I v griefs annoy,
Where Jesus reigns in love.
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LET VAIN PURSUITS AND VAIN DESIRES.
WARWICK. C. M.
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How much we need his gracious help
To keep us in the way !
These faithful pledges of his love
His mercy did ordain,
To bring refreshment to our souls,
And faith and hope sustain.
4 Since such his condescending grace,
Let us with hearts sincere,
Obedient to his holy will,
His table now draw near.
5 And whilo we join to celehrata
The sufferings of our Lord,
May we receive new grace and power
T' obey his holy word.
LO ! WHAT A GLORIOUS SIGHT. C. M.
1 L<>! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes !
The earth and seas are passed away,
And fled the rolling skies.
2 From highest heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
3 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye ;
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself, shall die."
4 How long, dear Saviour, O, how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.
WHEN VERDURE CLOTHES. C. M.
1 When verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day !
2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing,
'Tis nature's cheerful voice ;
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.
8 0 God of nature and of grace.
Thy heavenly gifts impart ;
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart.
4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song-,
And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.
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LET ZION AND HER SONS. C. M.
1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice ;
Behold the promised hoar ;
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins, that remain,
Are precious in his eyes ;
These ruins shall be built again
And all that dust shall rise.
3 He frees the soul condemned to death \
Nor, when his saints complain,
Shall it be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.
4 This shall be known when we are dead
And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn mav read.
And praise and trust the Lord.
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FROM THE CROSS UPLIFTED HIGH,
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Justice owns the ransom paid ;
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Come and welcome, sinner, come.
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Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend,
Safe your spirits to convey
To the realms of endless day,
Up to my eternal home ;
Come and welcome, sinner, come."
HASTE, O SINNER. 7s.
1 Haste, O sinner! to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom warns thee, from the skies,
All the paths of death to shun.
2 Haste, and mercy now implore ;
Stay not for the marrow's sun ;
Thy probation may be o'er
Ere this evening's work is done.
S Haste, O sinner! now return ;
Stay not for the morrow's sun ;
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Haste, while yet thou oanst be blest ;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Death may thy poor soul arrest
Ere the morrow is begun.
COME ! SAID JESUS'. 7s.
1 Come ! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice :
I will guide you to your home :
Weary wanderer, hither come.
t Thou, who homeless and forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary wanderer, hither haste.
8 Ye, who tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
[n remorse for guilt who mourn :—
i Hither oome, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound !
Eeaee, that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
147
HEARTS OF STONE. 7s.
1 Hearts of stone ! relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ?
See his body, mangled, rent.
Covered with a gore of blood !
Sinful soul ! what hast thou done- ?
Crucified God's only Son !
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,
Driven the nails that fixed him there.
Crowned with thorns his saered head,
Piereed him with the bloody spear.
Made his soul a sacrifice —
While for sinful man he dies.
8 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain —
Still to death thy Lord pursue ?
Open all his wounds again,
And the shameful cross renew!
No ; with all my sins I'll part,
Break, oh ! break, my bleeding heart !
148
HOW I LONG TO BE THERE.
Words by Mrs M. A. Kidder.
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Blessed, thrice blessed shore, ever peaceful
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DON'T FORGET. Mrs. M. A. Kidder.
1.
Don't forget to do good ! like the stream to the
sea,
So the good that we do shall flow on full <fc free
Thro' the changes of ti tne, thro' eternity's round,
Every action of love in God's rpcord is found,
Every kind word we speak, like a seed that is
sown,
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grown,
Tho' it blossoms on earth, in the sun and the rain,
Its sweet fragrance ascends to its author again !
2
Don't forget to do good, 'tis made up of small
things.
Every atom of love, what a blessing it brings ;
The sweet thanks of a child can a pleasure im-
part,
Or the faint beaming smile from a sorrowing
heart.
Our dear Saviour on earth went about doing
good,
The sick he gave health — to the poor he gave
food,
And though homeless himself and o'er bur-
dened with woe,
Yet he never forgot to do good here below.
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FKEEMEH'3 GATHERING.
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A MISSIONARY HYMN, written and composed Jor, and sung at the Anniversary oj m&
SANDS' St. METHODIST EPISCOPAL SUNDAY SCHOOL, Brooklyn.
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And orushing the wrong by the strength of the right
Co-workers with God, our object and aim
To sound through the world his glorious name,
The dear name of Jesus, who died to redeem,
An angel can wish for no loftier theme.
And when life is ended we'll die without fear,
As odors on breezes tell flowers are near,
To christian's departing a foretaste is given
By angel-wings laden with fragrance of heaven.
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Vairi were their steeds and their chariots of war.
Daughter of Zion ! awake, &c.
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Daughter of Zion, the pow'r that hath say'd thee,
Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel should be; —
Shout for the foe is destroyed that enslav'd thee,
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion ii free,
Daughter of Zion ! awake, &c.
Coda for last stanza. DAUGHTEH OF ZION. Concluded.
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JESUS, MY SAVIOUR, lis. M.A.Kidder
1 Jesus my Saviour, oh ! keep me and guide me !
For dark and beset is the way without thee !
When I pass over, oh, walk thou beside me.
Thy rod and thy staff still my comfort shall
be ! Jesus, my Saviour, etc.
2 "Waiting, I stand on the brink of the river,
Alone, for the lov'd ones have gone from my
side,
Waiting to join them wheredeath cannot sever,
Where angels are singing far over the tide !
Jesus, my Saviour, etc.
3 Visions of beauty, of rapture and glory !
Shine forth, as I gaze on that beautiful shore.
Spirits celestial are hymning the story,
How Christ all the sins of a fallen race bore !
Jesus, my Saviour, etc.
4 Waiting and longing, for pleasures immortal,
How long must I tarry in sorrow and sin ?
Forms that I cherished stand just at the portal
Of glory, and lovingly beckon me in!
Jesus my Saviour, etc.
BRIGHTEST AND BEST. lis.
1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid,
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.
Brightest and best, etc.
2 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ;
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ;
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all.
Brightest and best, etc.
3 Say, shall we yield him. in costly devotion,
Odors of Eden and offerings divine ?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean.
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the
mine ? Brightest and best, etc,
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ;
Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ;
Richer by far is the hearts adoration ;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best, etc.
156
LET EVERY HEART REJOICE.
yAllegro Maestoso. Duett
NATIONAL GRATITUDE. From " Carmina Sacra," by permission.
1. ( Let ev' - ry heart re - joice and sing ;
} Ye rev'rend men and chii - dren bring
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HOKE, HOME, SWEET HOME.
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INDEX TO THE FTRST LINES AND MUSIC.
A Home in heaven
A song Hi' gladness
All the week
Addition to the Star Spangled
Banner
A crown of glory bright
Another six days work is done.
Another day 1- past
A 11 glory while the ages run . . .
A little while
Bury me in the morning, mother
Before all places east or west. ..
Before all lands
Be thou O (r.ifi, awaited high. .
Ueauntul shore
Riesling hearts defiled by 3in..
Brightest and best
Best friend
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice..
Come tome...
Christ a little child
Cast your bread upon the deep.
Come sing to me ot'heaven
Christmas carol
Columbia's king forever
C>me thou fount
Cold water song
Closing school
Come sound his praise abroad. .
Come let us join our friends..
Come ye sinners, heavy laden. .
Come to thy re*t
Come at the morning hour
Come saith Jesus' sacred voice.
Did Christ o'er sinners weep?..
Don't forget to do good
Daughter of Zion
Evening hymn
Eternity is just at hand
Early my God without delay.. •
Fading, still fading
Farewell to our superintendent.
Far from mortal cares retr'ting.
From every stormy wind
Fair Canaan's land is just before
Friends of the poor
5:> From the cro*s uplifted high.. . 146
KFree.uen's gathering 150
7 For a season called to part. ... 81
Great Go I attend while Zion. . 139
25 God speed the right 23
57 (rive me the wings of faith. .... 55
121 God save the nation 58
125 God is love 61
82 (live in this day our daily bread. 88
157 Great was the'day 95
76 Goto dark Gethsp.mane 141
80 Greater love than this there's .. 131
81 God is the refuge of his saints.. 120
82 He that goeth forth 4
4t Heavenly home 10
135 Home, heavenly home 53
155 How sweet and. awful 58
29 Hear,0 sinner mercy hails you 79
147 He leadcth me beside 85
12 Hark, the voice of love 101
15 Hear the herald of the Gospel.. 101
30 How gentle Go t's commands. . 124
51 Hark the glad sound Che Saviour 127
62 Hosanna with a cheerful sound 129
6fi He lives, the great Redeemer.. 138
78 Ha te. O Pinner, to be wise. .. 147
81 Hearts of stone relent, relent.. 147
81 Homo, sweet home 15s
91 How I long to be there 148
105 Hear ye not? 101
75 I'm a lonely traveler here 57
110 In time of tribulation 97
125 I would a youthful pilgrim be. 107
133 Tdle words 115
122 Jesus, dearest Lord and King. 58
149 Je-us, I love thy charming. 5>
161 Jehovah reigns, he dwells S'>
14 Jesus, our Shepherd 89
77 Jesus our soul's delightful ... 93
98 Jesus where'er the people meet 121
20 Jesus, immortal King, arise.... 120
26 Jesus, save my dying soul 135
74 Jesus, my Saviour, oh keep me 155
87 Know my soul thy full salvation 79
108 Let every heart rejoice and sing 156
113|Lightof the soul, O Saviour. 139
Let Zion and her sons rejoice.. .
Lo. what a glorious sight... .
Light of life, seraphic fire
Lord in the morning thou shalt
Lord give u? faith
Little Ella's an angel
Love divine, all love exceNlng..
Lord forev-r at thy side
Leave me with my mother .. .
Let everlasting glories crown..
Lord help me to resign
Lo the seal of death
Lord we are young
Lord we come before thee now.
Let vain parsaitt
My angel
Marching along .
.My faith looks up to thee
M> Fathur. be thou the guide.
May the grace of Christ
.My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My God. my King, thy various.
Mortals awake, with angels join
•Inch in sorrow, oft in woe. ....
nearer my God to thee
Vow that the sun is gleaming
STow be the gospel banner
Our country is pleading
Once more my sonl the rising day
Oh, where shall rest be found..
Our Go 1 is marching on
Oh J 'tis glorious
On the banks of life's fair river.
Oh, could I speak the matchless
< ) thou who hear'st the prayer
Pleasant words for all
P raise God .
Praise to the Father
Praise,everla«tin.r praise be paid
Prayer U appointed to convey..
liaise we now a gladsome'.
Rise my soul
Safelv through another week. . .
Stay thou insulted Spirit stay, .
Star Spangled Banner
Saviour, I thy word beliera
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Sodol , 8
Sweet day so cool 16
Shall we know each other there . 48
Sabbath carol. . 63
Suffer little children to come. 73
Sweet hour of prayer 86
Stand up my soul. , 95
Saviour, like a shepherd lead u* 100
Shall we see our Saviour there?. 102
Seek and ye shall find 1 '6
Sing to the Lord ye distant lands 127
Sovereign ruler, Lord of all .. 133
Sinners turn, why will ye die ? 133
Saviour bless thy word to all.... 131
The sun shines bright . ... 18
The welcome 13
The year of jubilee is come 19
The flag of our Union forever. . 21
The Christian warfare 27
The way to be happy 32
The Lion of Judah 3>>
Twelve months have swiftly. 40
There is an eye 03
There is a land of love 46
There is an hour of peaceful .... 54
fears bring thoughts of heaven, 64
To the far heathen lands 152
'Tis my happiness below 65
Three cheers for our banner. ... 70
To God the Father. God the Son. 82
That beautiful land 90
There is a holy city 90
There is a house not made 109
There is a place of sacred rest. 10J
The angels are singing unto ma 116
To Father, S >n and Holy Ghost, 119
Thine earthly Sabbath, Lord 121
The pity of the Lord 123
The day is past and gone 125
To thy pastures fair and large . 139
To thy temple we repair 131
Time is winging us away 143
There is a path that leads to God 99
When verdure clothes 145
When shall the voice of singing 137
Weeping sinners dry your tears 133
Whbii thy mortal life i- fled. . . 132
We'll camp awhile 11
We'll still'keep marching on.. 114
We'll all meet our Saviour. . . . 112
We'll wait till Jesus comes ... 104
Why should we start or fear .. 93
Where Liberty dwells 23
Why should we spend our youth-
ful days 93
What says the clock ? 41
Willie's gone to heaven 72
Welcome, welcome quiet morn. 75
With all my power of heart 83
When I survey the wondrous 92
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who have any knowledge pf the Piano tan perform upon this instrument without difficulty, the
key-board being the same as that of tlio Piano. In size it is from 3 to Z'i feet high, and from 3,!* ,
4 feet wide. It is ele ?an in form and s-olid in construction. It is move eas ly removed than tl ©
upright P.ano, and possesses the remarkable advan.age of seldom if ever getting out of ti.
Iirotew cii c;.ic», 5 Etorjs $160
9 stops '. ". 185
13 st ps Slfo
Tka fairto, 6ize larger 260
Thesa'ne, in firt^r case 280
Tliec-. le, i.i iki^j-osewcod case 300
A liberal discount to Clergyrr en, Churches- Sabbath Schools, Lodges, Seminaries nd Teachers
The Trade eupplied on the most liberal terms.
HORACE WATERS, aq't, 481 Broadway, New York.
13 stops, witb perenssion €310
Th same, size larger
The saine, in Goer case
13 stops, wi L perms ioi,av:d "expression a la main" i'.S
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